Humid to Frigid

It was so hot and humid last Sunday that the Twin Cities Marathon was a bear to run. The temp was in the 70's and the dew point was 90! 900 people who began the race did not finish it. The Chicago Marathon was cancelled 3 and a half hours into the race and around 300 people were rushed away by ambulance.

I was also affected. The air conditioner ran full blast in my apartment that day and I was sweating during my walk to the mailbox. Okay, not quite the same thing.

Monday's high was 52. This morning it was 38.

I slept with socks on last night and I am contemplating putting on the heat. Queenie had on a sweatshirt and long johns when she groggily made her way to the bathroom. And speaking of bathroom... Nothing. I mean nothing is worse than dropping trow and exposing your toasty warm butt cheeks to the frigid toilet seat first thing in the morning!

I don't know if I should complain. I mean I did say that I love Autumn... blah, blah, blah, wool sweater...brown turtleneck, but I would like to fully pack my bikini(HAHAHAHA) away before I drag the the winter garb out.

Don't you agree Queenie?